Hody Jones

Elara, her body battered, her breath ragged, her spirit tested, felt a wave of exhaustion washing over her. She had pushed her Devil Fruit, Aethelred, to its limits, she had unleashed a torrent of ice, she had fought with a ferocity that had drained her strength.

She collapsed, her body succumbing to the strain, her consciousness fading.

Her crew, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and concern, gathered around her. They knew that she was exhausted, they knew that she was vulnerable, they knew that she needed their help.

They carried her to a safe place, they tended to her wounds, they tried to revive her.

But Elara remained unconscious, her body drained, her mind blank.

Meanwhile, Hody Jones and Vander Decken, their hearts filled with a mixture of hatred and ambition, prepared to attack Fishman Island.

They had been waiting for this moment, they had been planning this attack, they had been dreaming of this day.

They had been driven by a desire for power, a desire for revenge, a desire to overthrow King Neptune and rule Fishman Island.

They had gathered their forces, they had armed themselves, they had prepared for battle.

They knew that Fishman Island was in chaos, they knew that the Marines had been defeated, they knew that the time was right to strike.